Month: April 2006

good morning wi-heads. thoughts thought thinking... we, I, am, us, caught up on language. there is a space of existence where language spoken is in fact in the way. you look out through understanding. there is this state of existence hardly touched. why? why is it outlawed? because they want you to shop at Walmart. …

"Don't die with your music still in you." -Wayne Dyer I have to think about... I have to make plans for what I'm going to do with myself once my friends hit the road in a month (they're probably not coming back anytime soon). I have to think about the emotional state I'm going to …

I hate it when I feel that I'm the source of an uncomfortable silence; especially since I can be a pretty quiet person sometimes. Will I go through life apologizing for things people will go to, "No, no, don't even worry about it"? I feel like such an asshole about shit like this. I love …

actual wi-fi is available today so I'm sitting at this table here playing catch up they are playing Sinatra or some big band type shit and you never really catch up but if you try you get a compilation of mixed stories from alien contact to table diving from none other than a cop and …

These are times that include big ideas and big confusion... for me. I don't know about you. I feel equally good and equally bad. Crazy times in these waves. We are these little paper boats. We are out on the town. I like to think about that. We're out there, but not out there as …

friends, we shall put an end to what it is that strangers exist in our lives as such friends, we shall multiply in our friendliness outwardly friends, I have much to share with very little time to transmit that is friendship is at the center of it all we shall build an army in this …

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